My four-year-old son has never had trouble eating.
He’ll polish off a plate of pasta with Bolognese sauce and hold out his plate and say, “More. . . please.”
He’ll then have a go at a second helping, followed by large gulps of water.
Today, the reason for why he has such a voluminous appetite for such a small frame was exposed.
He’s got ambitions.
“I’m going to grow higher and higher and higher. All the way to outer space.”